Everything ok A regular life but here just me Im a lonely guy With the crazyest mind I love my job I see the pain of others Im a proud nurse Working on the abortion room Why no one keep their children?
Theyre just dead If you don't mid Im gonna play with them. Now they live with me In my dark deep bassement
All theyre my sons Don't worry this is not gore Don't worry Ill use them with care
This is wrong his face Doesn't match
On maybe on her The other ones eyes Lets give it a try
They look good now So much better than So much better than When they pretend to born
There so many parts left Hundred fingers Tiny arms And those heads Stop looking at me
Why you mess with me, In here smells like rotten innocents Lets just keep this between us And stop telling me all my sins Buring this in tiny boxes And all You and me burning in hell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
